I fed the words of a tantalizing new challenge into AI. In seconds, it created a work of prose better than my mind could comprehend. It gave me pause. Made me question the purpose for my existence.

My one small skill to manipulate words into satisfying forms communicating my feelings, immediately diminished. Once you lose your self to a formless creation of 0s and 1s, of what is left to redeem my entire life?

I write this knowing if I fed it into AI, a better verbal expression would emerge.